MISTLETOE IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2025

[siberia]

you know what to do. whether it's magic compulsion (feat. magical attraction or not), that you're trapped until you kiss, or just tradition and social pressure, you've been caught under the mistletoe and that means you have to kiss.

platonic is ok too. feel free to leave your own comment or reply to one of mine with a blank if you want me to write a starter!

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(both of us proceed to get immediately blown up by the ayto bomb)

[globs]

[ Ah. So it was less moralistic and foolish than they were imagining. Some part of them reprimands themself for assuming Vangeance would do something so myopic and idealistic - he's not the type, and it's part of the reason they respect him to a slightly higher degree than the other humans. They absolutely were projecting, weren't they? How pathetic. Cinnabar folds their arms over their chest, briefly staring down at the snow with some unspoken shame.

Decoration makes more sense than eating, too, though they can't say they see the aesthetic appeal in this particular plant. His question gets them to lift their head up again, gazing at him furtively through their crystalline bangs. ]

... I know you're all having some kind of winter festival.

[ the reason for it has escaped them, as has the name. Yule, then. ]